Текст песни Fruitcake - My Feet Won't Move

My feet won't move
I just don't get that funky stuff (Oh no)
My feet won't move
I just don't get that funky stuff (Now, listen)

I lived in a house
That's built in front of a disco, yeah, yeah
So I'm supposed to be familiar
With that kind of music, alright

But all I get is a headache
The headache keeps me awake
My dancin' style is just a plague

My feet won't move
I just don't get that funky stuff (No, no, no, no, no)
My feet won't move
I just don't get that funky stuff (Get that funky stuff)

You know sometimes there are times
That I can't hold myself, no, I can't hold it in
So I put on my fancy clothes
And I add up where I'm gonna dancin' on, yeah, yeah, well down

But when I step to a lady
And ask her for a ball
She gladly kick me in my balls
Oooh, and that hurts

My feet won't move
I just don't get that funky stuff (No, I don't get it)
My feet won't move
I just don't get that funky stuff

I wish someone would tell me what I got to do
To get involved in the nightlife, you don't know what I'm going through
Sitting in this room of mine, night after night
Waiting for a star that is showing me the light

My feet won't move
I just don't get that funky stuff
My feet won't move
I just don't get that funky stuff

Play it, Bernhard, partner

My feet won't move
I just don't get that funky stuff (Well, I am waiting for a sign)
My feet won't move
I just don't get that funky stuff (And I show you that way, yeah)

My feet won't move
I just don't get that funky stuff
(Show me the way, show me the way, show me the way, yeah)
My feet won't move
I just don't get that funky stuff (Show me the way, yeah)